Huntress (2 page)

“Well, okay then. What do you do?” It had been a long time
since he had tried to carry on small talk with a woman and it was harder than
he remembered. Especially with the distraction of her breasts constantly
available for him to drool over.

“What do you mean, like, what do I do for a living?” She
took a small sip of her beer and he couldn’t help but think about her luscious
lips closing over parts of his body.

“Yeah. What do you do for a living?”

“I write books.”

“What do you write?” His aunt had written romance novels
until she passed away a couple years ago. He had started reading her books in
secret while still in high school. It had turned him into a closet romance
reader for life. His buddies would never let him live it down if they knew but
it gave him some valuable insight into what a woman wanted. Plus he liked the
stories—sex and beautiful women, men who made mistakes but always got forgiven
in the end.

“Nothing you have ever read I’m sure,” she said, evading the
question.

Quirking a brow at her, he said, “Try me.”

She let her gaze roam down his body, over his broad
shoulders and trim waist. Slowly making her way back to his face, she
whispered, “Love to.”

The comment had been quietly uttered and caught him off
guard. He raised his startled face to hers and read the answer in her eyes. He
had heard her right. This woman was confusing, kept him guessing but didn’t act
as if she was playing games. He was riveted to the direct stare of her
dark-brown eyes.

He thought for a moment he saw the same fire that burned
through his blood but then with a small, knowing smile she looked away,
breaking the moment.

It occurred to him that she might be just what he needed to
cure his boredom. All he had to do now was get her into his bed. Or any other
bed, he wasn’t going to be picky. He just wanted a little privacy and someplace
he could get his hands on her.

“What’s your name?” Fiona asked him and smiled when she
noticed she had caught him off guard again. No doubt he had been thinking about
how to get her into bed and it hadn’t crossed his mind that he didn’t know her
name yet. Men were so predictable.

He took a long pull of his bottle and she couldn’t keep from
staring at his corded neck as he swallowed. Then he turned to her, stuck out
his hand and said, “Hi, I’m Trent.”

Fiona couldn’t help it, her laughter rang out over the
crowded bar and several people turned to look at them curiously. Still
chuckling, she took his hand. “I’m Fiona.”

The moment their hands touched the fire in her blood took
hold again and she couldn’t think of anything else to say, let alone string two
thoughts together. He looked down at their entwined fingers and then raised
them to his lips. She held her breath as he rubbed her knuckles across his
mouth then she felt his tongue dart out and taste the skin on the back of her
hand.

She might have fallen off her stool if he hadn’t been
gripping her hand so tightly. He never broke eye contact and his directness
captured her as nothing had before. This wasn’t the usual seduction scene she
was accustomed to.

She watched the smirk come to his mouth and wanted to run
her tongue along it. He cleared his throat and asked, “So do you wanna get out
of here?”

Feeling the blood pound in her ears and the fire of desire
burn along her veins, she didn’t have to think about her answer. “Absolutely,”
was all she could say to him.

He smiled and didn’t release her hand. Instead he helped her
from the stool and tugged her toward the door, leaving their unfinished drinks
sitting at the bar.

They walked down the quiet, darkened streets, hand in hand,
Fiona not sure what to say as the silence stretched between them. Without the
buffer of the other people around them Fiona started to wonder if this was a
good idea. It felt…dangerous. She never lost her control and the desire
clouding her brain was quickly fraying her hold. Fiona could feel her body
winding tighter and tighter with every step she took.

“Where are we going?” His voice carried across the sidewalk
to her, edgy and full of promise. She shivered in response.

“I just assumed we would go to my place. It’s only a few
blocks from here.” She had just headed toward home without even thinking about
it. She suddenly knew there was no way she was backing out. He was too tempting
and the attraction between them was undeniable.

Trent hooked his arm around her narrow waist and pulled her
closer. “That’s good. I can’t wait to get there.”

She looked up to smile at him. His penetrating stare stopped
her in her tracks and the smile faded from her mouth. He pulled her into the
circle of his arms and she couldn’t look away. Something about him was
different. She couldn’t put her finger on it but she could see a hidden
intensity in his clear, green eyes.

She laid her hands on his chest, taking a step closer so she
could feel his heat and smell his spicy scent. He glanced around them quickly
and then tugged her into a shadow of a nearby building. She didn’t hesitate and
released a long sigh when his warm, seeking mouth lowered to hers.

He teased her at first, brushing his lips across her and
then dipping his tongue into the corners of her mouth. With a desperate moan
she opened to him and he groaned with pleasure, jerking her flush against him.
His tongue plundered and swirled, sweeping her away with his kiss.

She couldn’t recall ever having been kissed like this. He
made her feel as if he might die if she suddenly decided to deny him access.
Low moans escaped her and she moved her hand up over his shoulders to wrap her
arms around his neck.

She met the demands of his kiss with equal enthusiasm. His
hands went down to cup her rear and used it to pull her up against the part of
him that was straining against his pants. Arching her back, she rocked her hips
back and forth against him.

Suddenly she was lost. All she wanted was him and she
irrationally didn’t care they were hiding in a shadow of a building, exposed to
anyone who might pass by too closely.

Trent struggled to gain control but the sweet taste of her
mouth drew him back in again and again. His cock was hard as a rock and he was
lightheaded. But sanity prevailed when someone walked by not two feet from
their hiding place. Ripping his mouth from her lips, he rested his forehead
against hers and tried to regain his control. Her breath was coming in heavy
gasps as if she had just run a marathon and he realized he wasn’t the only
feeling this strange, overwhelming need.

Slowly his breathing evened out enough that he felt he might
be able to walk again. “Only a couple of blocks, huh? How do you feel about
running?” he asked her.

Her gaze got wide for a split second and then her soft
chuckle rolled over him. He couldn’t help smiling back at her. She was so
beautiful with her hair tumbling over her shoulders and her lips reddened from
his kiss. He was looking forward to the long night ahead. He planned to spread
her out and devour her.

Fiona let him pull her out of the shadows and down the
sidewalk. They didn’t run but his pace was definitely much faster than it had
been before the make-out session. She didn’t ask him to slow down. Her
excitement helped her keep up with his long-legged stride.

He would have walked right past her little dark-green house
if she hadn’t tugged him into stopping. He glanced up at the windows that had
soft, glowing lights shining from them and then at the beautiful old metal gate
around her yard. It was home and the place she was most comfortable in the
world.

Suddenly she felt nervous about letting him in, letting him
see how she lived. Normally she preferred to bring anyone she met onto her
turf. It made her feel safe that way. But something made her hesitate now, as
if she knew once she let him in there would be no going back.

That was silly though. She would say her little spell when
they got inside. They would have their fun and when it was over he would feel
compelled to get up and go home, wherever that may be. Then in the morning he
would wake up with a bit of a headache and fuzzy details on what had happened
the previous night.

She was sure the other men chalked it up to one too many
drinks the night before and let it go. Most would remember they had spent a few
hours in the arms of a woman but very few would remember what she looked like.
It was her own form of security.

Unlocking her front door, she led him inside and pushed her
uneasiness away. He seemed so large in her tiny house. He stood there looking
at her, his eyes smoldering.

She closed the door behind her and removed her cloak to
reveal the skimpy black tank top underneath.

“Oh yes,” he groaned and jerked her up against him, lowering
his head to her mouth. Thrusting his tongue between her teeth, he gave her no choice
in the matter. Not that she would have stopped him even if he had given her the
chance. He felt so good her body started humming with pleasure.

He kissed her as if she were a cool drink of water on a hot
summer day and he was chugging it down. Trying to relieve a primal need that
was even now growing stronger.

He sucked on her full bottom lip and then laved his tongue
down her neck, leaving a trail of heat. She moaned low in her throat as his
kisses became harder. Using his teeth, he scraped his mouth against her
collarbone. He jerked the tank from her jeans and tugged it up over her head to
toss it aside.

He dragged his gaze over her, from her lacy black bra down
to her hips, still hugged by her jeans. The excitement was pulling her under.
She liked to be the one in control. The one who made the moves and led the way.
But it sure didn’t feel as though she was in charge or that she had any control
over what he was doing to her. And for once she wasn’t terrified. It only made
the burn of desire stronger.

Reaching for his shirt, she pulled it off him and ran her
hands over the flat silk of his muscular chest and shoulders. He was all hard
muscle and smooth, heated skin and she felt his stomach contract when she
scraped her nails across it.

The scars on the left side of his face traveled down his
neck and shoulder. She caught his gaze as she ran her fingers over them. His
eyes closed and he let out the breath he had been holding.

Wrapping her arms around his waist, she smiled up at him as
she went for the button on his jeans. He smirked back at her but he caught and
stilled her hands. “Not yet, babe, we have all night and I plan on taking at
least that long.”

“Really? Well, I suggest that you get started.” She knew she
was playing with fire but she couldn’t help it.

“Bossy, aren’t you?” He softened the insult with a smile and
something in her chest melted. It was the first time she had seen his
full-blown grin and it only made him more attractive. Reaching for the button
on her jeans, he unsnapped it and slid the zipper down. Fiona kicked off her
shoes and toed off her socks as he pushed her jeans over her hips and held her
steady with a hand on her waist as she stepped out of them.

Pushing her up against her cool front door, he kissed her
again and ran his hands across her bare skin. She ached to have him touch her
breasts but he skipped the areas that were still covered by her skimpy
underwear. Instead he gave his attention to certain places that usually went
unnoticed. The heat pooled between her legs and she feared she would start
dripping at any moment.

Her hands went to his jeans again and franticly tried to get
them off him.

“Not yet, I told you,” he growled. Taking her hands, he held
them behind her back with one of his. It was a deceptively gentle hold but she
could feel the strength in his tense, corded muscles.

For once in her life she didn’t object to a demand given by
the man she was with. She let what little control she had on the situation slip
away. She knew deep down he wasn’t going to disappoint her.

“Maybe we should lay out some ground rules,” his gravelly
voice whispered close to her ear.

She wasn’t sure what he meant at first but then he tugged on
her hands behind her back.

“Just go for it and I’ll object if I need to,” she finally
got out. She really didn’t want to take the time for a conversation at the
moment.

“Sounds good to me,” he said.

He lowered himself to his knees in front of her. She could
feel his warm breath on her belly and then his wet mouth kiss and nibble its
way from her ribs to her bellybutton. Her knees threatened to give out when he
thrust his tongue in her navel, mimicking the act of his cock thrusting in and
out of her.

“Mmmm,” he murmured, “I can smell how much you want me.”

Fiona whimpered in response. She was past the point of
reason and couldn’t have strung two words together if she had wanted to. His
fingers were tracing the edge of her black lace panties and she inhaled a sharp
breath, waiting, praying he would get to her sweet spot.

He released her hands and gripped her hips on both sides.
“I’m going to make you come right here against the door,” he promised her.
Taking her knees, he gripped them and lifted them to rest over his shoulders,
leaving her totally at his mercy. With her back resting against the cool door he
slowly stood, her back sliding up until he was standing and her head was
dangerously close to the ceiling.

Her eyes went to half-mast and she glanced down at his dark
head between her legs. He licked his lips and a hungry look came into his green
eyes.

He lowered his mouth to her lace-covered center and his hot
breath heated her all the way through. He traced his tongue along the same path
his fingers had taken earlier and with a deep growl and a quick jerk he tore
her panties from her, tossing them over his shoulder.

His mouth hovered inches from her wet folds and he spread
her legs as far as they could go on his shoulders, opening her to him and
exposing every inch of her. Bracing his legs, he buried his face in the
red-colored curls covering her mound, causing her to jerk her hips and groan
aloud.

He sucked on the little nub, locking it in his mouth and
rocking his head back and forth. She leaned her weight back against the door
and tossed her hair from side to side. Her orgasm crept closer, tingling along
the inside of her thighs, higher and higher. She was six feet off the floor
with her hands behind her back and a gorgeous man with his mouth sucking
relentlessly on her clit.

She felt it break over her, screaming it out as the waves
rolled in her body. Everything tightened and then released on one crashing wave
of white-hot pleasure.

“Yeah, baby, you taste so good,” he said as he pulled a
breath away. Getting back to business, he began lapping up the juices her
orgasm had released. He licked and sucked until she was a mindless mass of
want, despite her raging orgasm. He quickly and masterfully brought her to the
brink again and she shattered under his onslaught.

Trent groaned along with her and his fingers dug into her
hips. Slowly the tremors faded and he lowered her back to the floor and
unhooked her knees from around his shoulders. Her head lolled back, her hair
spilling over her shoulders, her legs weak and quivery.

Fiona was afraid her knees were going to buckle any second
and she would fall to the floor. But Trent reached for her, pulling her against
him and offering his support. She grasped for the bulge in his jeans, rubbing
him through the fabric.

He growled against her mouth and lifted her so she could
wrap her legs around his waist. “Where’s the nearest bed?” he panted.

“Up the stairs,” she answered between the kisses and bites
she was lavishing on his shoulders. Quirking a brow at her smiling face, he
took the stairs two at a time and carried her into the bedroom at the end of
the short hallway. He dropped her on the bed, making her giggle in delight.

“Liked that, huh? I’ve got something you’re going to like
even more.” His hands went to the button of his jeans and lowered the zipper.
His big cock sprang free of his pants and boxers and she licked her lips in
anticipation. Sitting up and scooting closer, she watched as he got rid of his
pants, boxers and boots.

He abruptly leaned for his pants and dug a foil packet out
of his pocket. He tossed it on the bed and she smiled up at him. She was glad
he remembered that.

When he stood naked before her she sucked in a breath. He
was practically perfect except for the light tan line across his waist. His
narrow hips tapered down to strong thighs. He had a trail of dark hair that
arrowed down his chest, over his stomach and then faded into the close-cut hair
around his penis.

Trent’s cock was mesmerizing. Long and thick, it curved
slightly up toward his stomach. She suddenly had the undeniable urge to taste
it.

She took his hand and pulled him closer so her mouth hovered
inches from tasting his silky hardness.

She flicked her tongue out and it caught the head, making
his cock jump and surge larger. He tangled his fingers in her hair, fisting it
so she could only move the way he wanted her to. He brought her lips slowly to
the tip and she opened wide to let him in. He groaned and tensed and she shook
her head until he released her hair.

Dangling her legs off the side of the bed, she laced her
fingers with his and licked his hard shaft as if it were her favorite flavor of
lollipop. He held himself still under her darting tongue but his muscles went
hard and tense as he tried not to move.